Isaac’s “quiet rest time” was over, but he wanted to snuggle with me in my bed.
His head on my arm, his ear to my chest, his head tucked under my chin.
“You used to sleep just like this when you were a little tiny baby,” I said, remembering.
“Just like this?” He asked
“Just like this, sweetie.”
He blinked, blinked, and was asleep. Just like 4 years ago.
And I joined him.
Tender mercies on a Monday